I was bought from Big Matt's mate Klaus in the pub (The Perserverence, Holborn, I believe) for £100. It cost four times that to insure it, and I probably put more petrol into it that it cost. That's what car-buying after five pints of lager gets you.

Rusty was navigated rather than driven, was berthed rather than parked, and had quite a lot of mildew in the upholstery, which discouraged casual passengers.

He eventually was turned into a small cube by Islington Borough Council.